He nodded to her mulling, to humans it was what separated us as beyond just animals. But to say that to an ex-machine would be odd and probably more confusing.
"Oh, real love," he shook his head. "I can make an audience feels anything else, joy, sleep to rage, but I cannot make someone fall in love with the violin's charm. But to truly love is the one thing the Devil cannot tamper with."
He laughed. "No matter how many men want me to play while they propose to their girl."